My name is Kahleen Cuthald. I'm a woman of the age 21. Germany is my mother country, but at the age of 18 I decided to move to America. More specifically, New York, Ohio. The reason is as simple as can be. I love English and I've wanted to live in America since age 15. So I did it. There's really nothing else to it. Kinda bold and stupid, but it worked out great. 

For my looks; I have long brown hair that goes down my back. I am petite and thin. Because of the lack of food during this awful time, I am a 
little underfed. My skin is pale at the moment - lack of vitamin D. My eyes are green.

Before all this happened, I worked at a nursery school. I've always been good with kids, so I made it my life.
It was a small nursery school and I had my own group. The group was only as big as 12 kids, more or less. Besides me in that group there were three other educators. Two women and a man. But that doesn't matter right now.

All my family live in Germany and I haven't seen them for about six months. I hope they're safe. 
But there's someone else I consider family. Her name is Jamie Alycia Reyes. She is the sweetest human being on earth. But let's not get into me swooning over her. All that matters is that she is safe. Please tell me she is somewhere here. She is my life, she is my love.

We were together when it all started. She came running into my work place and basically dragged me out of there. I tried to fight it, I didn't believe what she was telling me about the virus spreading in my work place. But it spread quickly and soon one of the nursery teachers attacked a child.
Not thinking about it, I pushed her away from the screaming child. Jamie suddenly held an extinguisher in her hands and while there was screaming and yelling she kept hitting the woman. I don't remember what was said, it was all so much. But I remember her grabbing my hand and telling me that we need to go. I am not sure if that woman is dead. Did my girlfriend kill someone?!

Jamie and I ran out of the place. She pulled me all the way to our home and shut us in the garage. She shut the windows, she shut all doors, she even put the closet in front ot the window. We survived like this as long as our food lasted, but in the end we had nothing to eat left. Thanks to Jamie, who's a cook, we lasted a few months - which is pretty insane! I wonder why she knew we'd need to sit in the house for months with no one saving us... Somehow she just knew what to do. Questionable? I don't know.

With "weapons" (knives from the kitchen and a hammer) we sneaked out to get food. The world was already a mess. I was shocked. We went through the streets, luckily they were empty. I wonder why we didn't meet any infected people? 

By the time we reached the grocery store, my heart was pounding. Something felt wrong. But I pushed the feeling behind. My girlfriend and I entered the store. Still nothing. It was empty too, as far as I could tell. It was a mess. Most food was gone. We only found three cans of beans, a rotten tomato and a bag of spaghetti noodles. Not very helpful. 

Just as we wanted to leave, there was a noise. I stopped. It sounded like a cry. Did the infected people cry? Or was it somenoe who survived? 
My curiousity won and I sneaked down the isles until I reached a door that lead to cleaning supplies for the staff. But the noise was gone.
Heart pounding, I opened the door.
There sat a boy, age 9, brown hair, bleeding leg and he was crying. He was hugging his legs and his blue eyes looked up to me. 

I couldn't even ask "who are you?" because in the next second five obviously infected people have found us. I knew we could have gotten away, but I didn't wanna leave the boy there. So I pulled Jamie inside the small room and locked the push-to-open door with everything we could move. 
We sat there and hoped it'll last. And it only did because something in the store, or someone, distracted the people outside the room. They left us in there to die. Literally. They blocked the door. I don't know how, I just remember we didn't get out.

The next thing I know, after sitting there for days nobody counted, the door opened and the light was too bright for me to see anything.
We were all underfed by the time, pale and the boy - who's name I found out is Jayden - was nearly dying. Jamie, who has some medical knowledge, fixed his leg as best as possible.

And now I am here. That's all I remember right now.


// I hope I can just post this here, I am not so sure about that. Excuse the long text. If I forgot anything, please tell me.